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... k a few paces, giving the two duelists ample space for their match.
He withdrew his gaze from Yamakaji and glanced down at the cigar in his hand. It was nothing special—cheap, unbranded, clearly low-grade tobacco straight from some plantation.
He hadn't smoked something this poor in quality for ages.
By all rights, Yamakaji, as the admiral commanding the South Blue, should've been living comfortably even if he wasn't as skilled at lining his pockets as Daren. Yet, that di ...
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